<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:04:36.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marcher a l`ombre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-5999879740365089215</id><published>2010-03-02T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:25:59.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de Perth a Oslo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.levart.no/bildegalleri/levanger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.levart.no/bildegalleri/levanger1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C est fini.  Je suis a Levanger maintenant, 600km nord d Oslo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-5999879740365089215?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/5999879740365089215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/5999879740365089215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-perth-oslo.html' title='de Perth a Oslo'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2588291586471630211</id><published>2010-03-01T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:51:26.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oslo, I was here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2588291586471630211?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2588291586471630211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2588291586471630211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2010/03/oslo-i-was-here.html' title='Oslo, I was here'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-5896128507288006072</id><published>2009-10-01T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:47:44.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jomomsugi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SsR6QXmlspI/AAAAAAAAKyg/8Dl9MPTtQ6g/s1600-h/CIMG4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SsR6QXmlspI/AAAAAAAAKyg/8Dl9MPTtQ6g/s320/CIMG4524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387565475874321042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7500 years old tree, in Yakushima island, Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(picts by Hiromi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-5896128507288006072?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/5896128507288006072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/5896128507288006072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/10/jomomsugi.html' title='Jomomsugi'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SsR6QXmlspI/AAAAAAAAKyg/8Dl9MPTtQ6g/s72-c/CIMG4524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2773327598741549812</id><published>2009-09-08T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:57:54.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation visuelle</title><content type='html'>Apres 5 jours en pouce, je confirme qu a Chisasibi ils ecrivent en syllabique ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://incolor.inebraska.com/twotaildog/bdt/BDT_07_15_12_cree_sign.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo par Twotaildog, ... mais j ai la meme !)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2773327598741549812?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2773327598741549812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2773327598741549812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/09/confirmation-visuelle.html' title='Confirmation visuelle'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-4276361027491318646</id><published>2009-09-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:58:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North West River - Chisasibi</title><content type='html'>... aujourd`hui, je pars faire 2591km pour voire un panneau ``STOP``.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... today, I`m gonna hitch 2591 km to picture a ``STOP`` roadsign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-4276361027491318646?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4276361027491318646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4276361027491318646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/09/north-west-river-chisasibi.html' title='North West River - Chisasibi'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-3501419946215333290</id><published>2009-08-31T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:53:41.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheshatshit, North West River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ccrs.nrcan.gc.ca/resource/tutor/iquiz/images/q06shes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ccrs.nrcan.gc.ca/resource/tutor/iquiz/images/q06shes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C`est au milieu a gauche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-3501419946215333290?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3501419946215333290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3501419946215333290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheshatshit-north-west-river.html' title='Sheshatshit, North West River'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2034337732936727795</id><published>2009-08-12T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:31:39.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today, from Labrador City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/cache/city_maps/Nain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.travelpod.com/cache/city_maps/Nain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nain, by Google Map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Coucou Maman, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Je viens d`arriver au Labrador, province sur la cote Nord-Est du Quebec.  J`ai quitté Montreal il y a 3 jours, et je continuerais toujours en stop demain matin tres tot. Je devrais trouver un camion pour Goose Bay, Happy Valley.&lt;br /&gt;Ca se passe tres bien jusqu`ici. Les gens s`arretent plus facilement qu`aux Etats Unis, et je n`ai donc pas perdu de temps. J`ai ainsi put faire une grosse portion de 9 heures aujourd`hui, sur un chemin forestier (c`etait tres rigolo), et je ne me fais pas de soucis pour rejoindre Goose Bay demain (plus que 550km).&lt;br /&gt;Il fait assez chaud dans la journée, et tres humide la nuit, mais je dors comme un bébé dans ma tente.&lt;br /&gt;Vu que la route s`arrete a Sheshatchit, et que je suis allé plutot vite jusqu`ici, je prendrais surement un bateau pour rejoindre un village Inuit plus au Nord. mais je ne pourrais pas aller plus loin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fais la bise a mamie, je ne peux pas l`appeler d`ici. Dis a Momo, Vom, Nyko et Sylva de preparer une fete pour fin septembre. Je m`arrangerais pour etre libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des gens m`ont conseillé un bar pour ce soir, on doit se retrouver la bas. Je te fais des bisous, a bientot, je t`aime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathieu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2034337732936727795?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2034337732936727795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2034337732936727795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-from-labrador-city.html' title='today, from Labrador City'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-4731325113898735678</id><published>2009-07-29T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:24:54.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It`s been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SnPZpjOEeNI/AAAAAAAAKUs/PZKzjHpUdBM/s1600-h/tshirt+canada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SnPZpjOEeNI/AAAAAAAAKUs/PZKzjHpUdBM/s320/tshirt+canada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364870888980510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I`v been from Florida to Vermont. I will cross another border on Sunday, rendez vous in Montreal. Then? I would love to hike, hitchhike along the East coast, toward Quebec, to the Labrador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisuktunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I`m walking"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I try to practice my inuktitut, language of Inuits. I got 2 months to go as far up North as I can. Program? As for nomadic in Mongolia, as for Ainu in Japan, as for Caribs in Caribbeans,  I`m gonna touch again the animist/shamanic/nomadic culture in another frozen cold area, and so warmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will be able to keep a new diary with a looooot of sketches (at least, one a day), some real true funny things that will happen (as losing a compas on the 1st day, or the sweetened milk suddently open in the backpack), and take hips of pictures !!! (few nice as well).&lt;br /&gt;The other point is, as I should be on the road for a will, I will try to keep in touch by psychic wave. Otherwise, just wait for me, I will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Return September the 22sd, 6.02pm, gare St Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(picture by Kiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It`s a good song, isn`t it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-4731325113898735678?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4731325113898735678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4731325113898735678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long-time.html' title='It`s been a long time'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SnPZpjOEeNI/AAAAAAAAKUs/PZKzjHpUdBM/s72-c/tshirt+canada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1817962223450214372</id><published>2009-07-20T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:45:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SmUPlQJjmsI/AAAAAAAAJgQ/-Ssu07ltY-M/s1600-h/HighBallr+Emilie+simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SmUPlQJjmsI/AAAAAAAAJgQ/-Ssu07ltY-M/s400/HighBallr+Emilie+simon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360708064119069378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1817962223450214372?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1817962223450214372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1817962223450214372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-comment.html' title='no comment'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SmUPlQJjmsI/AAAAAAAAJgQ/-Ssu07ltY-M/s72-c/HighBallr+Emilie+simon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1440642443977113376</id><published>2009-07-19T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:55:26.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://raycheerache.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/nyc-subway-map1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 452px;" src="http://raycheerache.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/nyc-subway-map1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1440642443977113376?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1440642443977113376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1440642443977113376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/07/nyc.html' title='NYC'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-7537960140367481381</id><published>2009-07-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:50:48.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrivée difficile</title><content type='html'>Apres une suite de bus, je suis maintenant a Jacksonville, Floride. Demain j`aurais mon dernier bus pour quitter la Floride, et retenter de faire du stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les douanes ne m`ont accordé que 3 semaines au lieu de 3 mois, j`espere franchir la frontiere Canadienne le plus vite possible maintenant.&lt;br /&gt;j-24 avant expiration du visa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-7537960140367481381?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7537960140367481381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7537960140367481381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/07/arrivee-difficile.html' title='Arrivée difficile'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-8977931273460349891</id><published>2009-07-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:59:47.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still in the Bahamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liquidlatitudes.com/images/nassau_ariel1%20copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 237px;" src="http://www.liquidlatitudes.com/images/nassau_ariel1%20copy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m in Nassau, staying on a nice mail boat for the week end. Next mail boat for FreePort on Thuesday morning. Until then, let`s enjoy a real big city with mauls, commercial streets and museums ... first time in 6 months ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-8977931273460349891?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8977931273460349891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8977931273460349891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-in-bahamas.html' title='still in the Bahamas'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-8940259380239641030</id><published>2009-07-01T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:30:11.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination Floride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo79/denvercouchsurfing/lauderdale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 549px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo79/denvercouchsurfing/lauderdale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apres un mois dans les Bahamas, j`embarque demain pour ma prochaine destination. Un mail-boat m`emmenera d`abord sur Nasso, puis un autre sur Free Port. De la je m envolerais vers Fort Lauderdale, Floride, ou je serais heberge chez Bobby. Quelques jours plus tard je reprendrais la route en autostop direction la Nll Orleans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus que trois mois, l echeance approche. Plus le temps d attendre les bateaux. C est en autostop que je vais continuer, plus facile, plus rapide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je regrete deja un peu RumCay, les insulaires, les pecheurs, le PartyBoat de Bobby, les bbq des Floridians, la villa de Bryan et Michelle... Vic` ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dommage que je n ai pas trouve de place pour un petit boulot. J ai profite autrement de cette escale, riche en poissons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-8940259380239641030?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8940259380239641030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8940259380239641030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/07/destination-floride.html' title='Destination Floride'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-7244670875405366613</id><published>2009-06-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:28:10.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rum Cay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wavelife.com/wave-online-issues/w12/images/RumCayMay05_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.wavelife.com/wave-online-issues/w12/images/RumCayMay05_0181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop: Florida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-7244670875405366613?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7244670875405366613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7244670875405366613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/06/rum-cay.html' title='Rum Cay'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-3130707193962495903</id><published>2009-05-27T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:34:26.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hissez Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sh08WExnKyI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/Wbro3i2sYSg/s1600-h/wallpaper1280+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sh08WExnKyI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/Wbro3i2sYSg/s320/wallpaper1280+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340491083067894562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last hitch to Rogue Town, customs. I will claim my last BVI stamp, again. All is set for the sail along Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Cuba, Turks n Caicos, to finally hit the land in the Bahamas. Shortly. A few weeks sailing on Aiysha. Then Florida, Utah . . .&lt;br /&gt;It`s been a good time in Trellis. A bit long compare to the new schedule, who care. I feel like it comes the end of holidays, and it`s time to move now. Set your backpack again, and hissez ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thank`s Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Crab Shell Pirates, &lt;3 4 ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-3130707193962495903?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3130707193962495903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3130707193962495903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/05/hissez-ho.html' title='Hissez Ho'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sh08WExnKyI/AAAAAAAAHTQ/Wbro3i2sYSg/s72-c/wallpaper1280+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2702748241918109855</id><published>2009-05-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:08:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/ShM68mXPtCI/AAAAAAAAHN0/x9qjhvRjKSM/s1600-h/lost_hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337674796128777250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/ShM68mXPtCI/AAAAAAAAHN0/x9qjhvRjKSM/s320/lost_hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[French]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On se plaind de ne rien comprendre a mon Anglais. Et en francais ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D`un coup, les choses se precipitent. Alors que je suis toujours a la recherche de mon chapeau, que j`ai accidentelement oublié dans la voiture d`un SudAf de Brewers Bay qui nous a ramené a la maison apres une soiree techno robot a Cane Garden Bay, voiture blanche type Jeep. Alors que mon visa pour les BVI arrive a expiration pour la 4eme fois en 4 mois. Alors que je suis monté sur une planche a voile sans tombé dans l`eau, et alors meme que Prison Break est maintenant terminé ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voila que j`ai un BATEAU !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destination BAHAMAS, dans quelques jours, des que le temps le permettra, on mettra les voiles Victor et moi, vers les Bahamas. Derniere etape avant de toucher, enfin, le continent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aussi,  j`ai une nouvelle paire de tongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[English translation]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I`m gonna go to the Bahamas! Yhaaa I`m gonna go to the Bahamas Yeaaaaaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2702748241918109855?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2702748241918109855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2702748241918109855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-wanted.html' title='Most wanted'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/ShM68mXPtCI/AAAAAAAAHN0/x9qjhvRjKSM/s72-c/lost_hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1035483197596528296</id><published>2009-05-13T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:25:49.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 24th Momo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SgrWP5zcPDI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/rZqknwVbVUs/s1600-h/SNC10012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SgrWP5zcPDI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/rZqknwVbVUs/s320/SNC10012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335312277276736562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1035483197596528296?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1035483197596528296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1035483197596528296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-24th-momo.html' title='Happy 24th Momo!'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SgrWP5zcPDI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/rZqknwVbVUs/s72-c/SNC10012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-5379292925715513219</id><published>2009-05-10T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:34:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SgNa3NNKHhI/AAAAAAAAHK0/WmDXzHYIdOw/s640/P5053721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 288px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SgNa3NNKHhI/AAAAAAAAHK0/WmDXzHYIdOw/s640/P5053721.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I planed to go to Indonesia. A few months ago, I planed to go to Vietnam. A few months ago, I planed to go to Korea. A few months ago, I planed a trip to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the end of the month, I will try to reach the Bahamas, and a flight for cheap to Florida. Road tripping in US, hiking National Parks, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to plan, it never happens as you wish. I learned that from Mongolia.&lt;br /&gt;So, I spend my third Full Moon Party in Trellis Bay, lightning those huge fireballs ... times fly by.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a boat is the worst experience of traveling. Being stuck on a small island, no way to escape. You can`t turn left, you can`t turn right. I miss the continent. Bigger space, bigger landscapes. Here, there is nowhere to go. Just salt water all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we keep sailing around. We camp on any beach, we stay at any bars. We probably got everything for us, but still .... 2 months, it`s a long time. 3 months will be worse.&lt;br /&gt;Staying on the same place is not easy. I`d rather prefer pitching my tent everyday. Now, I got a huge mattress `at home`. A line to dry my laundry, and I check my email everyday. Several time a day.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-5379292925715513219?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/5379292925715513219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/5379292925715513219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-plan.html' title='no plan'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SgNa3NNKHhI/AAAAAAAAHK0/WmDXzHYIdOw/s72-c/P5053721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-4131414738697856422</id><published>2009-04-27T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:18:54.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortolla to Gorda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Se8r6SlhtSI/AAAAAAAAG-o/dSpjNCwY7kg/s912/P4213522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 912px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Se8r6SlhtSI/AAAAAAAAG-o/dSpjNCwY7kg/s912/P4213522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunrise on Gorda, 5:40, after a short hike in the morning&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sailing few times around Tortolla, day and night. After snorkling in cristal water, lighting fires on wild beaches, jibing around sea-turtles and repaired the tiler twice. After some capsizes, after some lanes broked, after we half lose the daggerboard and after all, we plan the next trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailing around Virgin Gorda.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pict, that`s where we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a good place, and I might be stuck for a will now. Mexico is not on my road anymore, and no boats contact me to go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;There are also all those places where we should go back and explore, as this cactus trail on the small island, which looks like a paradise as in Wind Waker. The special Island where we should stop and cook fresh fish ... as soon as we will get one. This other beach which looks so nice by low tide, on the sunset, with flying stingray... Virgin Gorda ....&lt;br /&gt;I`m going to enjoy this place a bit more, with those `Famous awesome sandwiches` ©, cool sea, and nice people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: try our new drink, The Crabshell cocktail: banana rum, spiced rum, goyava, slice of lime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more picts: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Grata44/TrellisBay4#"&gt;last album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-4131414738697856422?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4131414738697856422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4131414738697856422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/04/tortolla-to-gorda.html' title='Tortolla to Gorda'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Se8r6SlhtSI/AAAAAAAAG-o/dSpjNCwY7kg/s72-c/P4213522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-357970341025782398</id><published>2009-04-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:14:14.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SeeRgVdJSkI/AAAAAAAAG14/d9XKgTTA4Jo/s1600-h/naissance[1]...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325385069090130498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SeeRgVdJSkI/AAAAAAAAG14/d9XKgTTA4Jo/s320/naissance%5B1%5D...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-357970341025782398?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/357970341025782398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/357970341025782398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/04/lola.html' title='Lola'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SeeRgVdJSkI/AAAAAAAAG14/d9XKgTTA4Jo/s72-c/naissance%5B1%5D...jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2009667484280013302</id><published>2009-04-07T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:11:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly hell, c`etait une tortue . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SdtgfpzxtoI/AAAAAAAAGq8/_7KuRy45les/s1600-h/P4053277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SdtgfpzxtoI/AAAAAAAAGq8/_7KuRy45les/s320/P4053277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321953481583605378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le weekend c`etait bien passé. We were on the last snorkeling spot of the day. On avait navigué de plage en plage les deux dernieres journées, and spend a night on the boat, near by Jost Van Dyke Island. Here we`re now gonna finish this hollidays by a last swim.&lt;br /&gt;On s`equipe tous du materiel de plongé, et on se retrouve 4 tubas a nager vers les rochers.&lt;br /&gt;Holly hell, it`s full of fish overhere. Un long banc de poissons bleus, some smallers, as raimbow fish. Et puis cette enorme bonite. 2 metres at least! On la suit tant qu`on peut, le gros poisson n est pas vivace. Soon, we found 2 more. They are so weak that`s not scary at all. On les abandonne dans une nuée de poisonets argenté.&lt;br /&gt;My way bring me around rocks, corals, mini reefs, ... I`m a bit far from everybody now.&lt;br /&gt;Je me retourne pour retourner plus pres de l`ile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;J`ai vu une tortue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There no words for that. I just saw a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;Une belle tortue. Verte, et dont la carapace porte les marques du passé. An adventurous turtle, probably. We swimmed together, on est remonté a la surface, ensemble, we hide in rocks, . . . I spend a good afternoon underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J`ai aussi vu une raie, mais on s`en fout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2009667484280013302?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2009667484280013302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2009667484280013302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/04/holly-hell-cetait-une-tortue.html' title='Holly hell, c`etait une tortue . . .'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SdtgfpzxtoI/AAAAAAAAGq8/_7KuRy45les/s72-c/P4053277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-3929797937370282151</id><published>2009-03-27T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:16:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Est West - Est Ouest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SczmkzArsRI/AAAAAAAAGgc/f23jbwzyMt8/s1600-h/Mathieu+poster+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SczmkzArsRI/AAAAAAAAGgc/f23jbwzyMt8/s320/Mathieu+poster+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317878779860463890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[English]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m officially here since March 8th. I officially need to leave before April 23sd.&lt;br /&gt;I stay in Trellis Bay, a nice beach in the North West side of Tortola , in one of the British Virgin Island (actually it`s Beef Island).&lt;br /&gt;I work in a bar/cyber café, I stay with wwoofers, and we go sailing and windsurfing. There is another really nice beach not so far. Here, there are a lot of morring balls. So I hope to find a boat around here. But when we want to find a quiet place, we just hitchhike to the next beach, which is so far from everything, that it looks defenitly as a wild place in Carribean. a large white sand beach, surrounded by palmtrees and mountains. Few miles way, you can see several other islands.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a good place.&lt;br /&gt;I`m welcome to stay longer, and I could basicly take a boat from everywhere, to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Turks n caicos and Bahamas, for an easy way, ... or Cuba, for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here, since few days now, I start to really missing Japan. Pictures of Japan. I got thouse website, where I can surf sometime. And friends ...&lt;br /&gt;Hisae ... , Yuchan, Hiromi, Keiko, Ran, Yoshie, Kuroe, Shihomi, . . . I will need even more pictures !&lt;br /&gt;Est West. Follow the cap.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Francais]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me trouve dans les Iles Vierges britanniques, Trevis Bay, quelque part dans les Caraibes .... rien de bien grave. Je suis toujours dans l`attente d`un nouveau bateau, pour aller n`importe ou. Deux routes sont possible, l`une facile, l`autre interessante. Mais pour l`intant, je n`ai pas de bateau, alors la question ne se pose pas. Mon Visa arrive a expiration le 23 Avril. Ca me laisse tout le temps de profiter de la vie ici. Je vis en bord de plage, avec une communauté d`artistes/artisants. Beaucoup de jeunes viennent donner un coup de main dans une ferme a coté, ici, il y a toujours du monde. On organise beaucoup de fete, notemment tous les mois, pour la fete de la pleine lune.&lt;br /&gt;Souvent, le week end, un artiste local vient chanter. On a des bateaux et des planches a voiles. Le bar ou je bosse me nourrit, et on se retrouve facilement a la capitale en auto-stop.&lt;br /&gt;J`organise tranquillement mon sejour par ici, je prepare aussi ma sortie. Et au milieu de tout ca, des images du japon me reviennent en tete. Je recois beaucoup de mail du Japon. Beaucoup de photos aussi. J`aimerais bien etre partout a la fois. Tout serait encore plus facile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-3929797937370282151?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3929797937370282151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3929797937370282151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/03/est-west-est-ouest.html' title='Est West - Est Ouest'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SczmkzArsRI/AAAAAAAAGgc/f23jbwzyMt8/s72-c/Mathieu+poster+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-792240528110724561</id><published>2009-03-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:49:27.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenue a bord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sb13w6PV6XI/AAAAAAAAGOo/hL_HvFdMfPY/s1600-h/blog+mathieu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313534817518086514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sb13w6PV6XI/AAAAAAAAGOo/hL_HvFdMfPY/s320/blog+mathieu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;St Marteen, Fort Luis Marina, I found a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, it looks like a kind familly, easy going, and happy to give a hand. Thay said me that they will sail me until Virgin Gorda, the day after, and leave me after cheak customs. That was the plan. We were the 4th of Marsh.&lt;br /&gt;The 8th, we keep siling everytday, we still in British Virgin Islands, but we havn`t cheaked customs yet. We`ve worked some applied art, been to the restaurant, had lot of punch coco, lot of stories told, we swimmed with a barracuda, played card, watched movies...I`m in a familly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy and naped, I don`t wanna go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-792240528110724561?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/792240528110724561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/792240528110724561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/03/bienvenue-bord.html' title='Bienvenue a bord'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sb13w6PV6XI/AAAAAAAAGOo/hL_HvFdMfPY/s72-c/blog+mathieu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-3478066666708489719</id><published>2009-03-03T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:28:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw fish n TiPunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sa4DDgzMfZI/AAAAAAAAF0s/64Jv12uHf4g/s1600-h/P3012648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309184369595547026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sa4DDgzMfZI/AAAAAAAAF0s/64Jv12uHf4g/s320/P3012648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day on the Carribean sea.&lt;br /&gt;It started at 3 am, just after leaving the night life of English harbor.From the dance floor to the deck.&lt;br /&gt;First, it’s a quick breakfast. Then, a short quiet time under the stars light.&lt;br /&gt;We start the engine, we fix the diggy on the front deck, we double-cheak the road map. “Leave the lanes!”, the boat start a new journey, a journey to the West.&lt;br /&gt;We catched 2 fishes, we crossed a light storm, we had a sky blue, pink, purple, and we saw 3 wales.&lt;br /&gt;400 m way, it first looks like some fog on a designated area. Then, water is sprayed out, and you finaly see the back of the wale. And another. And another again.At night, we cooked the tuna. Half cooked. 2 secondes each side in a preparation of oil. Raw, but cooked. I never had such a tasty meal since a long long time. The meat was sweet on the tongue, and all flavours explosed once you close your mouth. Maybe something better than making love (or near to be).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-3478066666708489719?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3478066666708489719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3478066666708489719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/03/raw-fish-n-tipunch.html' title='Raw fish n TiPunch'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sa4DDgzMfZI/AAAAAAAAF0s/64Jv12uHf4g/s72-c/P3012648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-7684058172874410713</id><published>2009-03-03T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:23:12.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putain, je voyage . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sa4CEnFjitI/AAAAAAAAF0g/r1B46Zs0TsU/s1600-h/P2282625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309183288951409362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sa4CEnFjitI/AAAAAAAAF0g/r1B46Zs0TsU/s320/P2282625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;La mer a été, dans l’ensemble, assez calme. A l’approche d’Antigua, un nuage noir se dessine sur la pointe Est. Prudent, on affale sous une pluie légère. L’ile, nettement plus visible à présent, s’étale de tout son long sur l’horizon. La pluie s’arrête. Les rayons du soleil ricochent maintenant sur la roche, annonçant l’entrée de la baie. Sur tribord, une petite falaise, dont l’érosion dessine une demi sphère dorée, abritant arrêtes, courbes, creux et aspérités harmonieuses. Son chapeau d’arbrisseaux verts laisse présager d’agréables promenades.&lt;br /&gt;Sur bâbord, ce sont les ruines d’une fortification qui marquent l’entrée du port. Derrière, des bâtisses en pierre, des toits en ardoises, des volets –tous gris clairs- qui apparaissent derrière les longues feuilles des palmiers, qui apparaissent derrière les mats des bateaux.&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenue a Antigua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ici, on parle Anglais.&lt;br /&gt;Nos voisins sont Norvégiens, et Norvégiennes. Plus loin, c’est un vieux couple d’Américains, dont Madame s’apprête à chiffonner le teck du bateau. Deux rangs après, on boit de la bière et on refait le monde, comme trois bon potes arrivés à bon port.&lt;br /&gt;SPOON !&lt;br /&gt;Le crie est emporté dans la brise légère, et s’envole dans les fanions de chacun, Sudaf’, Hollandais, Norvégiens, Suédois, . . .&lt;br /&gt;Putain, je voyage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-7684058172874410713?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7684058172874410713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7684058172874410713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/03/putain-je-voyage.html' title='Putain, je voyage . . .'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/Sa4CEnFjitI/AAAAAAAAF0g/r1B46Zs0TsU/s72-c/P2282625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1319678855586744534</id><published>2009-02-26T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:03:47.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol écorché</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.monde-diplomatique.fr/IMG/jpg/unebandung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.monde-diplomatique.fr/IMG/jpg/unebandung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Un lieu ou tout est soufflé, [...] tout sauf la pauvre terre palpable."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;John Berger, Le Monde Diplomatique 2/2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done something, ... and I'm not really proud of it. A kind of bad thing. Not really "bad", as it's just my own feeling about it, and nothing else. I could feel it as a "bad" thing, and somebody else will say to me that was ''fucking amazing''. Somebody said me that. "Putain mais ca demonte"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't feel confortable with that, and I knew it. I knew it, as from the very beggening. 6 hours after it start, I was already talking about it. I said: "I know me, it's not a good idea." Something like that. Yes, defenitly, I knew what was happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks later, I regret my behaviour. It's not really as a "regret". ut I'm not confortable with that. I shouldn't do that. Not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to read world wild news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last article was talking about a piece of life and a lot more. Espacially a kind of energy between everything, and the ground. The experience of the ground. That's what I'm looking for, that's what I love, and what I want to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon, I will walk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1319678855586744534?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1319678855586744534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1319678855586744534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/02/sol-ecorche.html' title='Sol écorché'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-8735101507131923003</id><published>2009-02-25T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:41:45.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugiwara Luffy  Vs  Grata au chapeau de feutre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SaXGnV9UGlI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/cqj_syh5-VU/s1600-h/P2242501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306866115137509970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SaXGnV9UGlI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/cqj_syh5-VU/s200/P2242501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CTERRE-%7E1.NET%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="State" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="country-region" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:1627421663 -2147483648 8 0 66047 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"; 	panose-1:3 1 1 1 1 2 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:script; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;It happens during one of those cold days of December. Few days ago, I was burning my mind on Internet, trying to plan a next flight to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (a death-born project). Planning things is a real difficult job for me, when it inclued more than one person. Otherwise, if it’s just for me, I never need to plan anything. As from now, I never had to do anything like that. I mean … I probably had to, but I never done it. Anyway, once again, the easy project of planning something for more than one person canceled on the 10 november 2008. The day before, I titled it: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;Des plans sur la comète&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;”. Anyway, I would want to thanks again Takashi Uragami, my boss, who found for me, early in the morning,&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the cheapest flight ever (335$aus Nagoya-HoChiMinh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;Then, I met Yu-Chan. She just arrived to work here, in this restaurant/meat shop of Churui, Noboribetsu prefectur, 50km South of Obihiro, in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hokkaido&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;She intruduced herself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;“… and I love to hike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;Two days after that, their boss gave us half a week of holidays, and we started to hitchike up North, 400 km, to Akan area.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;Akan would be my before the last Ainu spot to visit. There, two famouses Ainu lakes: Akan-ko, which is surrounded by two active volcanoes, and Machu-ko, which is forever under foged (Ainu talls said that if you can see the lake, you will become married in the year. Another scary story…).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;Anyway, volcanoes, Ainu culture, snow, and free landscapes …&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that was our target for those next few days. Early in the morning, we started to walk until the first service area on the road, 300 meters way of the restaurant. 200 meters before to arrive, a car stoped. We spend the all day to hitchike. During this day, we had lot of fun, talking about hiking, about traveling, about culturs, … we met lot of drivers, we drunk lot of café au lait to warm up, and –that’s the point- we were singing songs. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lot&lt;/st1:place&gt; of songs, especially french songs, and one specific song which said something as:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;C’est un fameux trois mats, fin comme un oiseau, HISSEZ HAUT ! Santiaaano !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Si Dieu veut, toujours droit devant, nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Tiens bon la barre et tiens bon le vent, hissez haut …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;A sailor song. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;The fantastic thing is that we sing with so much energy (probably to feel a bit warm until the next car would stop for us, anyway), that I keep today this energy in me, and it’s even better, ‘cause I’m going to sail up North very soon. Sailing boats, hitchiking boats, and singing the same song with the same energy and feeling again this traveling way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;Feeling free.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;So, why « Mugiwara Luffy Vs Grata au chapeau de feutre » ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;Sorry, but the answer seems quiet ridiculous : As everything else, it’s just for fun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:';"&gt;(peut etre un Don2 ?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-8735101507131923003?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8735101507131923003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8735101507131923003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/02/mugiwara-luffy-vs-grata-au-chapeau-de.html' title='Mugiwara Luffy  Vs  Grata au chapeau de feutre'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SaXGnV9UGlI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/cqj_syh5-VU/s72-c/P2242501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-6732905648504869636</id><published>2009-02-25T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:28:23.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note–book quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Here I will explain some of those pieces of trip which appear during my Japanese hollidays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Shinsaibashi T20 (midousuzi) Iuakamozu M16 (Iuankaikoyasen) Kongo M30&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Stations, train lignes and stop numbers that a guy asked me to use to go back home after an huge Halloween party in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Osaka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It’s 3am, and the train will be here, at least, in 1 hour. So my helpful guide offer me a night at his place, ride by taxi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;The funny thing is that he would not have to call a cab if he didn’t lose stupidly their bikes with a friend. They play their bikes with girls to try to offer another drink. Girls wouldn’t drink more, so they gamble bikes, and boys lost it. The day after, before to leave his room, he offered me my first original One Piece volume, which was the book of his ex-. Happy end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Morioka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Which is much better in Kanji.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;The upper part “Mori” looks like pirates eyes, with a “hide eye band” on the right. The bottom part, called “sara”, which means “cover plates”, and, actually, it looks like a cover plate, but it also looks like teath. The Kanji of Morioka seems to be the face of an angry pirates. We had good fun with the girl who helped me to draw it, trying to copy the same face, showing teath and grrrrr. I don’t have any pictures of that, I regret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;By the way, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Morioka&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a town on the north part of the main &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:placename&gt;, somewhere between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sendai&lt;/st1:city&gt; (half the way to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:city&gt;) and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Aomori&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (very north of the island).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;29 Oct, 7 Nov (9days) 10.000 yen spend (150$Aus, 75€) … with 7.000 in parties&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;My first Japanes account, and a quiet bad summary about partying in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; …. God, what am I gonna do now? I need a job, Let’s get a job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;After 3 months hitchhicking, visiting, snowboarding and working in Japan, I spend 115.000 yen (1735$Aus, 862€) . . . with 27.000 yen of Ainu jacket, 24.000 yen of skiing clothes, night life in Osaka, Niseko and Tokyo, and some souvenirs. Cool, I can keep traveling . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;« Hajimimashite, Matsu desu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Kanojo wa nan sai desu ka ? »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;« Hozumi san wa ni ju yon sai desu »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;One of Japanese lessons by Steve, with the participation of Hozumi and Ben, in Hakodate fish restaurant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Thanks to that, I was able to say my age, and to ask for places open 24h and sleeping oportunity. One year later it would be f#cked up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;To see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;: &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castawarmeye.com/"&gt;www.castawarmeye.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh my …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Another Japanes English / English Japanes lesson, with Shihomi&lt;i style=""&gt; (and her impossible kanji to write her name, 17 and 19 straits on two of the fourth kanjis. Thanks mum n dad).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh my … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;is the sketch legend of TonyTony Chopper, without horns and hat. So funny. We spend all night until 2am talking about everything and One Piece. Late in the morning, we woke up and did it again. Before to leave, we draw together a Wanted poster of Tonytony Chopper. I hitchike with it during 2 months, and it’s now in my room in France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Kiss = Kiss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;In Japanese, you translate&lt;i style=""&gt; “kiss” &lt;/i&gt;by&lt;i style=""&gt; “kiss”. &lt;/i&gt;The katakana looks like that:&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;‡ ƛ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Children received their name at 7 years old&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;To protect them from bad spirits, Ainu people didn’t give a real name to their kids until the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Echinke=Kame=Turtle=Tortue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ainu translation by the headcast of the main Ainu association of Nibutani, with a kind and helpful Aussi girl. In Ainu culture, turtles know when a big and destructive wave (tsunami) will happend. What else during all the year? I think they just keep traveling around and share stories with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Momo Ime = Princess Peach&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Momo = Peach and Ime = Princess. So I recon the translation of princess Peach is Momo Ime, even if a lot of people keep telling me (Chuta and Ran for exemple) that the name of the Mario’s bitch is “Peach Ime” . . . pff . . . who will trust that . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nanimonaï&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Matsu: What?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;YuChan: Nanimonaï&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- What does it mean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- It means nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Come on, what does it mean?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Stop playing, tell me what it means?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- It means NOTHING !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Actually, in japanese, “nanimonaï” means … “nothing”. Thanks for the lesson Yuyu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sumimasen, gomenasai, baka japanese girl, gomenasai …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Excuse me, I’m sorry, stupid japanese girl, I’m sorry …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ran appologise anytime, for everything. That’s the japanes attitude. You bend and try to say as much polite words as you know. When people want to say good bye, it take ages as nobody will stop to bend and thanks the other until your back start to hurt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;That was also my favorite excuse when I done mistakes in japan:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sumimasen, gomenasai, baka gaijin, gomenasai …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Excuse me, I’m sorry, stupid foreigner, I’m sorry …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Osaka Kyoto Nagoya Sugo Aomori Hakodate Muroran Shiraoi Nibutani Churui Akan Churui Asahikawa Hirafu Shiraoi Hakodate Morioka Sendai Onagawa Aizuwakamatsu Nikko Utsunomya Tokyo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Here is the list of places where I slept in Japan. From one simple night on my way, until a complete month on a working place. I didn’t visit all those places, as I only stayed 3 months and worked for a will. I would like to spend more time in many of them, as Kyoto, that I didn’t visit at all, Akan, even if I stayed there 3 days, I would want to see more. Aomori and Asahikawa where also two snowy towns that I liked to cross, but it deserve to spend more time there. I stayed, in order:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;At couchsurfers, at the driver’s house, on a service area, in an Onsen, at a couchsurfer, at the Mister Donuts manager’s house, in an Onsen, in public toilets, at my working place, in my tent, working place again, in an Onsen, at my last working place (a month in a chalet), in my tent, at the ferry station, on a service area, in my tent, at somebody, in my tent, in a train station, at somebody, at couchsurfers. To pitch the tent in the snow, using hitchhiking boards as a mattres is not enough. You can turn off speakers in service area, and publi toilets in Japan are always perfectly clean. Ask discount coupon to locals when you want to stay in an Onsen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;23 - Shibuya 19h30 front of Koban, Hashiko exit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;A part of my busy planning in Tokyo. So busy than I missed the meeting. But thanks to the policeman who lead me to a Internet Place, thanks to Lee who reply me strait way the adress of the restaurant, thanks to Yoshi who came with me to the new meeting point, and thanks to Hisae until the day after, I spend the night/day which&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was probably my best night/day ever, and for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Chipal yan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;The most ugly bad slang to say to a girl in Korean. Thanks to the Korean girl who teach me that after a very usefull french lesson (YuChan had the same, and still using it with a nice accent). So confused, she teach me then something softer: “tcha tchung na!” which mean something as “ho shit!”. Soft.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-6732905648504869636?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/6732905648504869636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/6732905648504869636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/02/notebook-quotes.html' title='Note–book quotes'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-264985072660555683</id><published>2009-02-24T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:52:58.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watashi wa iru yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SaQXr8oC1RI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/nBZrznrWd-M/s1600-h/P2202405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SaQXr8oC1RI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/nBZrznrWd-M/s320/P2202405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306392304725185810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Here I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Well, what’s up ? Since a will, and as from my birthday, everything is ok (Momo t’es pret? –De naissance.). Traveling still terribly easy when you do it by yourself. Feeling free to turn right or left, going everywhere until the sun goes down, and staying anywhere you want at night. Probably my ‘always thirsd most important thing in my life’ “where am I gonna sleep tonight?”, just after my ‘always second most important thing in my life’ which is “what am I gonna eat now?”. I keep the first place for special events.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;I sleep well. I sleep well, in my sleeping bag on South Beach in Freo. That weekend, I didn’t brought my tent or my backpack ether. I just toke some cash and my dear sleeping bag. My summer sleeping bag, which saved my life in Mongolia. There, on the beach in Freo, it offered me my very first night …. under the rain. Sweet and harmony. It also isolat me from the snow in Akan, absorbe my swet in Taman Negara, and worked as a pillow in Clarkson, train station area.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s a dirty sleepin’bag (“slip sale” in Quebec), which got a zip on the left side. And yes, it’s definitly mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;My tent, which litteraly blossom out of it bag, is one of my best toy (and s-toy) ever. In the grass, in rocks, on the sand, in the snow, in towns also. Even if it’s windy, I never need to fix it on the ground. Under the snow, it just turn white, and the door is always open when t° goes up to 18°. Yeah, it’s a warm place, and I hosted a lot of bugs espacially in Australia. Also in Le Gerse … where I hosted a lovely, so lovely spider (Non tu la touches pas l’araigné. Elle est gentille l’araignée). Nature is so kind with me, understanding, helpful. It’s also my couchsurfing place (I might edit my profil).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Add to my tent (Quechua, Decathlon, 19€), I got a new toy to spend good night everywhere. My hamac+moskisto net. A great combinasion that will give me the opportunity to fix, later, a waterproof thing on the top. I’m so looking forward to sleep under the rain in my hamac …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Those things, plus backpack updates with weels and tent fixation, and, I should not forgot, my dear hat, all that stuff make me as an happy free man. Sugoï!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-264985072660555683?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/264985072660555683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/264985072660555683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/02/watashi-wa-iru-yo.html' title='Watashi wa iru yo'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SaQXr8oC1RI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/nBZrznrWd-M/s72-c/P2202405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-311892236639958969</id><published>2009-02-11T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:29:42.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonne anniversaire Hisae !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SZOVHdgF36I/AAAAAAAAFR8/0yqpxYDMXnI/s1600-h/P2011361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301745141756059554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SZOVHdgF36I/AAAAAAAAFR8/0yqpxYDMXnI/s320/P2011361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aujourdhui 11 fevrier 2009, au chapitre des nouvelles pas fraiches:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Un mois de snow/bar tout frais payés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Une visite de la cote Est du Japon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 4 jours de folie a Tokyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 3 jours de fetes a Bordeaux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Une visite de la Guadeloupe en famille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais surtout: happy birthday Hisae :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-311892236639958969?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/311892236639958969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/311892236639958969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonne-anniversaire-hisae.html' title='Bonne anniversaire Hisae !'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SZOVHdgF36I/AAAAAAAAFR8/0yqpxYDMXnI/s72-c/P2011361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-8182084744844025600</id><published>2008-12-04T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:31:33.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meakan Dake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Volcan actif,  Hokkaido, 2 decembre 2008. Temperature inconnue &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(estimation: -75! Y caille bordel !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFLaOTXLT-A&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-8182084744844025600?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8182084744844025600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8182084744844025600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Meakan Dake'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1900228328493544800</id><published>2008-11-25T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:07:47.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KEeOkDMWO5g&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(coupez le son en bas de page)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elbakin.net/plume/xmedia/fantasy/news/television/kaamelott-livre-v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://www.elbakin.net/plume/xmedia/fantasy/news/television/kaamelott-livre-v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=UlNQMLl-xjU"&gt;la botte secrete&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=sRCHELZCb1M"&gt;la catapulte&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=xcheEaAPLKs"&gt;le jeu du caillou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1900228328493544800?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1900228328493544800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1900228328493544800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-6626456044842684426</id><published>2008-11-20T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:39:34.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270716836593870274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSVZCZTZJcI/AAAAAAAAEss/U9n4UuoCqU0/s400/kang-zeng-bang-volume-5-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bouh, encore du manga. Grata tu crainds. Ya pas que les mangas et les jeux videos dans la vie&lt;/em&gt; (Nannnnni ?).&lt;br /&gt;Bon, je previens d avance, cet article risque d etre long, et chiant (donc ca, c'est dit). De plus, le sujet est tellement en vrac dans ma tete, un genre de feu d artifice qui petarade. C est jolie, mais ca aide pas a se concentrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pour faire court&lt;/strong&gt;, notez simplement que la tenue du personnage &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sur l'image&lt;/span&gt; comporte des motifs &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ainus&lt;/span&gt;. Voila. La suite, c est du blabla sur des personnages de fictions a la psychologie calibre pour jeune ado rafolant de super heros. Vous voila prevenu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shaman King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 personnages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horohoro&lt;/strong&gt;, Ainu&lt;br /&gt;HoroHoro. prononcer en Japonais un peu comme en Espagnol HolroHolro, Hollow Hollow .. Hollow = ombre/esprit.-afin de proteger les enfants des mauvais esprits, les Ainus ne recoivent que leur nom a l age de ...12 ans?(a verifier dans mon carnet)-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Plus tard, on apprend que le vrais nom de ce personnage est Usui Horokeu (Usui=Glace). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Merci Bads pour les trads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Il reve d'un immence champs de fuki ou pourraient vivre les esprits de la nature (Koropokkuru). Il a aussi but du sake avec un ours polaire.&lt;br /&gt;C est ce personnage de manga, ses reves, ses croyances, son histoire qui m`ont amene a traverser le Japon et a visiter aujourd hui l ile d Hokkaido. Pour deux trait de crayon sur un bout de papier, j'trouve ca pas mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryu, Bokuto no&lt;/strong&gt;, Hitchicker&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vous fait pas la traduction, elle est nase. Ryo est l'eternel voyageur a la recherche de son Best Place. Alors la theorie du Best Place, c est un truc d'une puissance phenomenale. Il y a quelques annees, j'ai rendu un projet la dessus en Communication Visuelle. J'aimerais vraiment retrouver ca sur le net, l'explication mot pour mot, dictee lors d'un road trip et les arrets pipi dans ces fameux lieux de passages, de transitions, que sont les aires de repos (services area). J y ai passee la plupart de mes nuits pour arriver jusqu ici.&lt;br /&gt;Il y aussi ce passage ou Ryu concentre toutes son energie pour que ses amis soit prit en auto-stop et rendu a destination. En plein desert, au bord de la route, Ryu dechaina son oversoul big-pouce.&lt;br /&gt;Big-pouce. Ryu, t'es mon heros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a 4 ans, l auteur a dut mettre un terme a l histoire a cause d une grosse baisse de popularitee (Bleach). Depuis le 4 mars, le manga est reedite en version complete. mais il n est pas en vente partout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je reviendrais sur la theorie du Best place. C'est simple, mais ca merite des illustrations. Je pourrais aussi rajouter des dessins d'Horo et de sa soeur, pour profiter du traitement de l auteur et ce qui concerne le design Ainu. Et il me faut absolument une photo du Big Pouce!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSWHRytpY1I/AAAAAAAAEtU/Y_9pGdExYd4/s1600-h/Bokutono.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270767678647788370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSWHRytpY1I/AAAAAAAAEtU/Y_9pGdExYd4/s320/Bokutono.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSWHOXjqhAI/AAAAAAAAEtM/rWTnURb3kWM/s1600-h/HoroHoro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270767619818554370" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSWHOXjqhAI/AAAAAAAAEtM/rWTnURb3kWM/s320/HoroHoro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annex.s-manga.net/shamanking/"&gt;http://annex.s-manga.net/shamanking/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mankin-trad.net/"&gt;http://www.mankin-trad.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-6626456044842684426?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/6626456044842684426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/6626456044842684426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/origine.html' title='Origine'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSVZCZTZJcI/AAAAAAAAEss/U9n4UuoCqU0/s72-c/kang-zeng-bang-volume-5-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1014419153238457063</id><published>2008-11-19T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:38:22.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainus qui bougent et qui font du bruit</title><content type='html'>Je vous presente Pirlika. Elle est un peu de travers, mais j ai pas reussit a la redresser ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ca vaut peut etre le coup de couper le son en bas de page ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqzW_rBH-OE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici Pilika et ses copines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=C-7-RZrPZBw"&gt;cliquez ici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=XHHJnR43FZ0"&gt;puis ici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et tant qu on y est, en super Bonus, Kazu au piano. Attention c est long (4 min):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=rl5hcq8jHV8"&gt;concerto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et Mariko sur l'hymne du Japon. Attention c est court (4 sec):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=4cP6J3DoWN0"&gt;acappella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1014419153238457063?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1014419153238457063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1014419153238457063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/ainus-qui-bougent-et-qui-font-du-bruit.html' title='Ainus qui bougent et qui font du bruit'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2093395768595923167</id><published>2008-11-16T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:33:20.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 novembre. 10h30 GMT+9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est fini. Alors, Ｇｏｏｄbye Vietnam. (reste quoi？)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ton frere en planche?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269433256423215634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSDJoMi8UhI/AAAAAAAAErI/hjeCAj3qTsA/s200/IMGP5416v.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2093395768595923167?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2093395768595923167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2093395768595923167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-novembre.html' title=''/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSDJoMi8UhI/AAAAAAAAErI/hjeCAj3qTsA/s72-c/IMGP5416v.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-4405921067850667232</id><published>2008-11-16T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:31:09.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juste un mini mot, pour dire que ce soir, j'ai eu dans l'ordre:&lt;br /&gt;3 mails de &lt;strong&gt;mon frere&lt;/strong&gt;, puis sur msn: &lt;strong&gt;Sissou, Yoyo, Rachou, Vom, Laurine, Momo, Nyko, Dorian&lt;/strong&gt; ... ca fait longtemps qu`on n`avait pas autant fait la fete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendance Avril 2009: Adoptez pour etre comme tout l`monde! Avant gardistes: Laurine et Momo, Julie et Dorian. Felicitation!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-4405921067850667232?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4405921067850667232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/4405921067850667232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/juste-un-mini-mot-pour-dire-que-ce-soir.html' title=''/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-7112222505642001958</id><published>2008-11-16T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:14:21.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osaka, Kyoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAqom2WybI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/dqNWT1shfTI/s1600-h/PB032990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269258441135147442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAqom2WybI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/dqNWT1shfTI/s200/PB032990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca fait deux heures que je suis au bord de la route, avec mon carton qui annonce, ''Hokkaido, a la recherche des villages Ainu. Matchu, j`ai 24 ans``, et un fameux dessin d`un bonhomme au chapeau. Ca fait deux heures, et la nuit est tombee. Ca caille ici! Les voitures n'ont pas beaucoup de place pour s'arreter sur cette entree d'autoroute. Est ce que quelqu`un osera bloquer la circulation pour ma gueule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trois heures. Une voiture s'arrete. Elle est petite, mais fera l'affaire pour ce soir. En desossant mon sac, on fini par tout charger dans le mini coffre de la BMW Z3, et on roule jusqu'a Kyoto. C'est bien de rouler avec quelqu'un qui parle un peu d'Anglais. Il m'explique que le coin on j'attendais etait archi pourrit, et que mon carton ''Hokkaido'' ne m'aidera pas. Il est trop tard pour prendre les autostopeurs, et les japonnais sont, de toutes facons, trop timide pour ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aors il m'avait vu attendre au feu, une fois, puis prit de pitier il est revenu, et m'amene jusqu'a l'autoroute de Kyoto, beaucoup plus frequentee. Apres m'avoir offert le MacDo, il retournera a Osaka. Parce qu'en realite, avant de revenir me chercher, il rentrait chez lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 22h, j'attendais encore. On m'apporte un cafe au lait, et on arrete des voitures pour moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 22h45, Kazu m`ammene chez lui en passant par le super marcher. On dine, on joue du piano, et on s endore vers 3h du mat. A 6h, une nouvelle journee d'auto-stop demarre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-7112222505642001958?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7112222505642001958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/7112222505642001958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/osaka-kyoto.html' title='Osaka, Kyoto'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAqom2WybI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/dqNWT1shfTI/s72-c/PB032990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-3515162606031011503</id><published>2008-11-16T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:12:00.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>notes, jour no 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAqC6t0iuI/AAAAAAAAEpI/sABmszNWurw/s1600-h/PA312780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269257793633028834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAqC6t0iuI/AAAAAAAAEpI/sABmszNWurw/s200/PA312780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shenmue, toujours Shenmue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mission du jour: trouver un temple situee sur une petite collinette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors tu marches un peu, tu trouves quelqu'un, t'appuies sur Y.&lt;br /&gt;La, t as pas beaucoup de choix. C est pas ''Have you seen men in black suits?'', c est ''Is there a temple or a shrine over there?'' Comme dans Yamanose, la premiere question n'apporte jamais la reponse que l`on attend. Il faut suivre les indices, les uns apres les autres, en respectant un certain timing pour trouver la bonne personne au bon endroie.&lt;br /&gt;C'est ainsi que j'ai commencee la mission du jour par interogger des etudiants sur le chemin du lycee. Puis, deux choix s`offre a moi: le professeur d`Anglais a trouver dans le batiment, ou le restaurant plus bas dans la rue. Je choisis le restaurant, et trouve finalement un cuistot qui parle Anglais, et Francais. Mais ca n`avance pas beaucoup plus. On me renvoie a la station service, qui devrait avoir une carte du quartier. Finalement, il n'y avait pas de carte, mais une direction. Alors j'ai suivit mes precieux indices, demandee ma route aux ouvriers sur le chantier, a une conductrice pas pressee, a un couple peu renseignee, ... et je suis finalement tombee... sur un professeur d`Anglais en bicyclette. Le temple se trouve au haut de ce petit escalier, de l`autre cote de la rue. Merci, de rien, aur`voir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-3515162606031011503?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3515162606031011503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3515162606031011503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/notes-jour-no-3.html' title='notes, jour no 3'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAqC6t0iuI/AAAAAAAAEpI/sABmszNWurw/s72-c/PA312780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2548717964117028431</id><published>2008-11-15T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:13:53.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Voila enfin les albums photos de ces derniers jours. Biensur, les commentaires viendront plus tard.　Ｌａ, j ai un petit coup de fatigue ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.fr/Grata44/Osaka3?authkey=B5CMoY00AC8#"&gt;Dernier jour a Osaka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.fr/Grata44/HitchhickingMainIsland?authkey=UQ2RrqsTZyo#"&gt;Osaka, Aomori en stop&lt;/a&gt; (1200 km)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.fr/Grata44/Hakodate?authkey=xKT7eaKTcug#"&gt;Hakodate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.fr/Grata44/Hokkaido1?authkey=W_5ejWNrAw0#"&gt;Hakodate, Obihiro en stop&lt;/a&gt; (460 km)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La plupart sont des photos de Musees Ainu ... desole ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2548717964117028431?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2548717964117028431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2548717964117028431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-2679634830028381059</id><published>2008-11-10T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:41:31.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J ai rate` un email a quelques minutes pres. Est ce bien important? Ce soir, oui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-2679634830028381059?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2679634830028381059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/2679634830028381059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/j-ai-rate-un-email-quelques-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1054090324627071965</id><published>2008-11-06T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:09:20.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokkaido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSApc-KsgtI/AAAAAAAAEpA/kRRRVkraHgA/s1600-h/PB073125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269257141724414674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSApc-KsgtI/AAAAAAAAEpA/kRRRVkraHgA/s200/PB073125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Osaka, Hakodate, en 5 jours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il fait frais, ventu, et il doit neiger cette nuit.&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir j'arriverais a la ferme ou je dois travailler quelque temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suivre: Grata de nuit dans un Onsen. (onsen: bain public ou on est tout nue sans les vetements ni slipe de bain.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1054090324627071965?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1054090324627071965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1054090324627071965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/hokkaido.html' title='Hokkaido'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSApc-KsgtI/AAAAAAAAEpA/kRRRVkraHgA/s72-c/PB073125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-8986947876654609576</id><published>2008-11-02T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:07:06.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yamanose, 11h56</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAn2djXTPI/AAAAAAAAEo4/Q6N0Czqm9NM/s1600-h/PB022962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269255380622855410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAn2djXTPI/AAAAAAAAEo4/Q6N0Czqm9NM/s200/PB022962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J`ai eu beau ouvrir tous les tirroires, je n`ai pas put mettre la main sur la K7 de Shahua. Deception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca commence a faire long. Une longue attente avant de recommencer a voyager. Les souvenirs sont loin et peu nombreux. Alors on va s`en faire de nouveaux. Comme dit precedemment: Pourquois attendre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alors pour aller plus vite, on va faire court:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J`ai visiter un temple apres l`avoir chercher pendant des heures. On m`a heberger une nuit dans Osaka. On m`a offert un One Piece original. J`ai dormit dans ce qui semble etre Yamanose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus tard, je pourrais surement mettre des photos. Mais la, je fais court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-8986947876654609576?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8986947876654609576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8986947876654609576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/yamanose-11h56.html' title='Yamanose, 11h56'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SSAn2djXTPI/AAAAAAAAEo4/Q6N0Czqm9NM/s72-c/PB022962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-1210124342811930520</id><published>2008-11-01T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:58:17.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1er jour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.au/Grata44/Osaka02?authkey=9Zfs4rLT2lg#"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQwlp2Q-0UI/AAAAAAAADvM/AzvXvl2Bxpw/s400/PA302745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.au/Grata44/Osaka02?authkey=9Zfs4rLT2lg#"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-1210124342811930520?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1210124342811930520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/1210124342811930520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/11/1er-jour.html' title='1er jour'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQwlp2Q-0UI/AAAAAAAADvM/AzvXvl2Bxpw/s72-c/PA302745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-8342281063469059763</id><published>2008-10-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:14:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Konga, Tennoji (by Shinimamya)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpuw-QMLgI/AAAAAAAADmE/pfKGDvevoKc/s1600-h/PA302770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263140902159527426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpuw-QMLgI/AAAAAAAADmE/pfKGDvevoKc/s320/PA302770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J`ai marche` au Japon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edite: il n`y a pas de mise en page, I don`t know what` going on, sorry]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Le Japonais parle japonais.&lt;br /&gt;Un detail anodin qui ponctue la visite de rencontre, toujours amicale, charge` de curiosite`, mais parfois laborieuse. On m`avait prevenue: meme si ils ne comprennent pas ce que tu veux, et qu`il n`ont aucune idee de la solution, ils vont tout mettre en oeuvre pour t`apporter une reponse. Et ca, ca prend du temps. Beaucoup de temps. Apres avoir etablit le contact (sumimasen), le japonais commence par demander lui meme de l`aide a la personne la plus proche. Si il n`y a personne autour, on va alors attendre que quelqu`un passe. Pendant ce temps la, on s`occupe a reflechir, imaginer ce que le touriste (en situation, moi) demande, trouver des elements de reponses sur la carte, sur les panneau, et toujours rester a l`affut du moindre passants. Car finalement, tout commence vraiment lorsque l`on arrive au niveau du second interlocuteur. Celui-ci est bien plus important que le premier car il est mobile (notez qu`il vient d`arriver), et apres avoir prit connaissance de la situation (via une traduction francais-anglais, interpretation d`anglais, puis finalement japonais)il est resolument decide` a t`emmener quelque part.&lt;br /&gt;- si c`est un policier, il va falloir suivre une allure militaire, respecter les marcages au sol (attention, tu restes pas la bonhomme!), et suivre les indications a la matraque. Resultat plutot efficace.&lt;br /&gt;- si c`est une grand mere (!), cela devient une balade relaxante, accompagne` d`un monologue interminable en japonais. Interminable, car long. Tout ceux qui ont connue Shenmue savent de quoi je parle (j`y reviendrais). Qualite` requise: la patience. I think that several person could walk way quite soon before to be at destination.&lt;br /&gt;- le jeune a bicyclette: guide no1 au Japon. Il parle souvent anglais, et va vous accompagner ou bon vous semble juste pour le plaisir. Meme apres une demi heure de marche, il pourrat remonter sur son velo pour rentrer chez lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/!\ Si la reponse a la question met plus de 5 secondes a arriver, alors vous avez 50% de chance de recevoir une fausse information.&lt;br /&gt;Un japonais ne dira jamais ``je ne sais pas``.&lt;br /&gt;Les jeunes SANS velo ne sont pas tres fiables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Je vis chez les Hazuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpucSDAhyI/AAAAAAAADl8/ZH_sr-Rx5Ys/s1600-h/PA302714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263140546695694114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpucSDAhyI/AAAAAAAADl8/ZH_sr-Rx5Ys/s320/PA302714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazuki Ryo, le hero de Shenmue. Je suis heberge` a Kongo, un quartier au Sud Est d`Osaka, juste a la limite de la prefecture. C`est assez rural, petit temple, petit cimetiere, des collines, de petits lacs ... Ca ressemble au premier chapitre de Shenmue.&lt;br /&gt;``Have you seen men in black suits?`` C`est sur, ici aussi ca ferait bisarre. D`ailleur, je fais bisarre. On commence a me reposer cette question que j`aime tant:&lt;br /&gt;``What are you doing here?`` ``Why did you come in this area? There is nothing to do overthere.``&lt;br /&gt;Alors ca va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Il y a aussi ces mecs aux jobs inutils. J`avais lut un article la dessus sur le net. hier, j`ai eu le plaisir d`observer:&lt;br /&gt;- L`agent au feu tricolor: C`est l`histoire d`un type qui bosse a un carrefour. Le carrefour est equipe` d`un systeme de feu tricolore, mais t`as ce type qui reste la toute la journee, avec son kepi et son panneau. Quand le feu passe au rouge, il se met devant, ou pas. Il agite son panneau, voila, tout le monde l`a vu ... ou personne, ca depend. C`est que les rues ne sont pas tres anime` a Konga. Ce n`est donc pas un mythe, ce type existe, et il vit a Konga, Sud Est d`Osaka, sur la route qui mene au marche` aux fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Encore plus terrible, le mec au panneau ... dans un escalier.&lt;br /&gt;Celui la, c`est mon prefere`. Je l`ai prit en photo, j`ai tourne` autour, j`ai experimete` l`escalier, pour verifier l`efficacite` de la campagne de communication.&lt;br /&gt;C`est un fait avere` : Si tu regardes le panneau en montant l`escalier, tu te casses la gueule. Alors peut etre que ce n`etait qu`une camera cache`, ou un pari debile ... mais je le repete, ce mec ne sert a rien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- il y a aussi les meme type, qui tiennent des affiches, devant les vitrines des magasins, couvertes de ces meme affiches. Les hotesses qui hurlent en poussant des cadis dans les supermarche`s, au cas ou elles provoquerais un accident dans les rayons. Le type qui range les sacs en file indienne avant de prendre le bus de l`aeroport. Et surement un tas d`autres trucs que je vais decouvrire dans la journee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tennoji:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpuEGttMrI/AAAAAAAADl0/ymCig1GK9LA/s1600-h/PA302730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263140131336696498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpuEGttMrI/AAAAAAAADl0/ymCig1GK9LA/s320/PA302730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus de photos, plus de commentaires, plus tard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-8342281063469059763?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8342281063469059763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8342281063469059763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/10/konga-tennoji-by-shinimamya.html' title='Konga, Tennoji (by Shinimamya)'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpuw-QMLgI/AAAAAAAADmE/pfKGDvevoKc/s72-c/PA302770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-8525072137603050503</id><published>2008-10-30T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:22:08.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vol Gold Coast - Osaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpro8jOadI/AAAAAAAADlo/tcARtB8aqhw/s1600-h/PA292676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpro8jOadI/AAAAAAAADlo/tcARtB8aqhw/s320/PA292676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263137465728657874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;Un p`tit coup de Gorillaz directement injecte dans les oreilles, rien de tel pour remettre la loco de la nwt en marche.&lt;br /&gt;Tchou tchou!&lt;br /&gt;Deploiement des ailes, allumage des reacteurs, 1, 2, 817 km/h.&lt;br /&gt;Vrouuuuch!&lt;br /&gt;90 jours au Japon? Pourquois pas. Sans contrainte d`itineraire, de temps, ou de moyen technique. ``You can`t canceled all what you prepared``. Les autres preparent. Moi je pars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca fait longtemps que ca ne m`etait pas arrive: Dans l`avion, quelqu`un m`a prete son IPhone pour que je regarde un film. Ca aurait donc deja recommence comme avant ? Pourtant, ce film, c`etait ``Pirates of Caribeans``.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors voila. Big hug?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-8525072137603050503?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8525072137603050503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/8525072137603050503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/10/vol-gold-coast-osaka.html' title='vol Gold Coast - Osaka'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQpro8jOadI/AAAAAAAADlo/tcARtB8aqhw/s72-c/PA292676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-71829633594238803</id><published>2008-10-27T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:13:39.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQppbedoGUI/AAAAAAAADlg/TZhIHPAEqjo/s1600-h/PA282664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQppbedoGUI/AAAAAAAADlg/TZhIHPAEqjo/s320/PA282664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263135035290556738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J`ai quitte Perth il y a 2 jours, en laissant derriere moi ce qui me tient le plus a coeur.&lt;br /&gt;J`ai rate mon avion a Melbourne, j`ai rate mon avion a Gold Coast. Je vais passer 3 jours et 3 nuits dans les aeroports.&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux pas aller au Japon tant que je n`ai pas de billet retour. Le numero de la compagnie des ferries ne repond pas, et le vol le moins cher coute 750 euros.&lt;br /&gt;Je n`ai plus de credit sur mon portable, et bientot plus de batterie. L`acces Internet est limite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis seul, je suis fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors il y a pire. Mais pour moi, ca fait beaucoup d`imprevu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-71829633594238803?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/71829633594238803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/71829633594238803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/10/jai-quitte-perth-il-y-2-jours-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQppbedoGUI/AAAAAAAADlg/TZhIHPAEqjo/s72-c/PA282664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-3476257574536918775</id><published>2008-10-24T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:48:55.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz n Soul York Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQGlYoxU3TI/AAAAAAAADlY/wragDoXIpvE/s1600-h/PA182673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQGlYoxU3TI/AAAAAAAADlY/wragDoXIpvE/s200/PA182673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260667682425199922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQGkpK286hI/AAAAAAAADlQ/IKeKjkAkxvM/s1600-h/PA192697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQGkpK286hI/AAAAAAAADlQ/IKeKjkAkxvM/s320/PA192697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260666866941880850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lior.com.au/ =&gt; clip ``Heal me``&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nj-kLnR93KM"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nj-kLnR93KM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ... trois fois. La lumiere dans les branches, je l`ai vu changer, trois fois. Maintenant il fait nuit noir, et la musique s`est arreté. Je demande ma route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le backpacker a plutot l`allure d`un BnB. Le petit dej` est a volonté, alors des 2 heures du matin, avec mon bol de cereales, je rejoins les collegues avec qui j`ai bossé au festival, et on passe la fin de soiree a finir les bouteilles ramené de la buvette. Un feu, une radio, une guitare desacordé et une table, qui vois passer un par un tout le staff d`Independent Event, de ceux qui commenceront a 9h, a ceux qui auront leur journée. Moi, j`aurais ma journée. (dimanche 19 Octobre, Kookaburra Dream Travellers Overnighter, York, WA, 2h10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-3476257574536918775?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3476257574536918775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/3476257574536918775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/10/jazz-n-soul-york-festival.html' title='Jazz n Soul York Festival'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SQGlYoxU3TI/AAAAAAAADlY/wragDoXIpvE/s72-c/PA182673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440609261925559608.post-6489413019230707458</id><published>2008-10-08T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T04:57:46.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avant propos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;June 1989,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grata is just 5&lt;/strong&gt;. He really enjoy runing with his great brother Vincent in summer suits. The middle earth of France was one of our first playgrounds. Mother land of mum, sunny hike in summer, luge races in winter, and even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyKNR7j9tI/AAAAAAAADjU/kwir-HOFcQc/s1600-h/1989+Ã©tÃ©+[1]...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254726825990682322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyKNR7j9tI/AAAAAAAADjU/kwir-HOFcQc/s200/1989+%C3%A9t%C3%A9+%5B1%5D...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year later, as almost every years, we sail along the north coast of Spain, en el Pais Basco. Guetarya, Zarautz, Leikeito, dos zumos de naranja y la cuanta por favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyGjzTW6iI/AAAAAAAADis/_vss2eDrcbA/s1600-h/1990+Ã©tÃ©+[1]...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254722814859471394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyGjzTW6iI/AAAAAAAADis/_vss2eDrcbA/s200/1990+%C3%A9t%C3%A9+%5B1%5D...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;1994, mini transatlantic: Ronce les bains =&gt; Gatseau beach. Grata, 10yo, and his brother Vince 17yo are ready for 4km of sport sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyJSD5aKxI/AAAAAAAADi8/69Bu9dOuk3Q/s1600-h/1994-08+Ronce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254725808611273490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyJSD5aKxI/AAAAAAAADi8/69Bu9dOuk3Q/s200/1994-08+Ronce.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jully 1999, an hard rain stop our hicking in Pyrenee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyJpEulqZI/AAAAAAAADjE/pqyNjba7vUY/s1600-h/1999-07-27+Ossau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254726203971316114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyJpEulqZI/AAAAAAAADjE/pqyNjba7vUY/s200/1999-07-27+Ossau.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 2002, last picture before to start to hick the Grand Canyon, Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyKYHYGzOI/AAAAAAAADjc/bKfhHERz0wc/s1600-h/2002-08-18+Grand+Canyon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254727012136176866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyKYHYGzOI/AAAAAAAADjc/bKfhHERz0wc/s200/2002-08-18+Grand+Canyon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;2005, Jully 07, 2 days before to be one the Italian Border in Mercantour National Park, Alpes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyLuDHiP4I/AAAAAAAADjs/atQDI05Xtyw/s1600-h/italie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254728488461680514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyLuDHiP4I/AAAAAAAADjs/atQDI05Xtyw/s200/italie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007, Vincent in Mali, Africa. Grata in Mongolia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyK8T7oEyI/AAAAAAAADjk/bxi7of5nCuc/s1600-h/photo+bros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254727633981674274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyK8T7oEyI/AAAAAAAADjk/bxi7of5nCuc/s200/photo+bros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and right now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerome, Vincent, Cedric, Vignemale climbing, Pyrenees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyXV4S8HaI/AAAAAAAADj0/P6EvpMn0LsM/s1600-h/01-Vignem[1]...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254741267379396002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyXV4S8HaI/AAAAAAAADj0/P6EvpMn0LsM/s200/01-Vignem%5B1%5D...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momo and Nikola, Barcelona, Spain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyZV3xPppI/AAAAAAAADj8/LcdstBLsSFc/s1600-h/let"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254743466261325458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyZV3xPppI/AAAAAAAADj8/LcdstBLsSFc/s200/let%27s+rock+momo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyZkCzoUhI/AAAAAAAADkE/RuDvlSxBAvs/s1600-h/nico+lion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254743709742289426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyZkCzoUhI/AAAAAAAADkE/RuDvlSxBAvs/s200/nico+lion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vomito and Rachel,  Sauveterre de Bearne, France&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyaaAnRCoI/AAAAAAAADkM/Kq6CKfv8rRM/s1600-h/Vom+et+rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254744636866497154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyaaAnRCoI/AAAAAAAADkM/Kq6CKfv8rRM/s200/Vom+et+rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grata, Perth, Western Australia, and 18 days before to fly to the next destination ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOybtxbeZiI/AAAAAAAADkU/7LBP2NQ_tGg/s1600-h/n624409099_651258_1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254746075899520546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOybtxbeZiI/AAAAAAAADkU/7LBP2NQ_tGg/s200/n624409099_651258_1313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;: Il y a une autre petit photo a ajouter a cet album. Ca n`a pas l`air gros comme ca, mais dans la realité c`est titanesque. Ca s`appel un(e) Mini-Momo, ca passe deja son premier grade de Capoeira, et sa fatigue sa mere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laurine, Momo, je vous embrasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyctDK2xLI/AAAAAAAADkk/Tt-NHPtPNWE/s1600-h/Momo+Jr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254747162993411250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyctDK2xLI/AAAAAAAADkk/Tt-NHPtPNWE/s200/Momo+Jr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440609261925559608-6489413019230707458?l=marcheralombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/6489413019230707458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2440609261925559608/posts/default/6489413019230707458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcheralombre.blogspot.com/2008/10/avant-propos.html' title='Avant propos'/><author><name>Grata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17804305687470230710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RudWvs9S7C0/SOyKNR7j9tI/AAAAAAAADjU/kwir-HOFcQc/s72-c/1989+%C3%A9t%C3%A9+%5B1%5D...JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
